Perhaps the happiest thing for Zhao Ling'er is having a loving emperor and empress for parents, as well as Huo Wuhui, whom she has missed for years as he fought in blood-soaked battles on the frontier...
I remember when Zhao Ling'er leaped from the Gate of Triumph. Snow began to fall from the sky. The one she loved most had left, and the one she cherished had died defending the imperial city.
The vast Han Yue Kingdom had fallen...
This work is made up of things I imagined in a dream. There is no outline; it is all a dream.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
